Novel & Cerita Born In The Veil

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

"It doesn't matter. This is a lesson. I'll teach you to never lay a hand on them!" My baby was going to die because of this monster. I wailed and begged, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that, but the baby's innocent! You can't kill them! You're the father! Please don't do this to me, Nathaniel!" My pleas fell on deaf ears. Nathaniel shoved me into the operating room. The baby was stillborn. My baby girl died before she could even see the world. I lay on the chilling operating theater, my face buried in my hands. I cried my heart out. The tears just wouldn't stop. After a while, a giggle fell from my lips despite the tears rolling down my cheeks.

So that was the blood that flowed down the man, making his appearance very exotic even though he was middle age. “But how could that be? If I am your daughter, how come my father, I mean Professor Benjamin…?” Valerie's voice was swallowed, confused. “Let me explain,” Miguel's voice was deep and authoritative. He looked at Valerie affectionately. “You are our only daughter, our beloved, created in the loving moments of my wife and I.” His strong arms embraced Vera who was sobbing there. “When you were eight months old, Vera and I were about to take you on vacation to our island. We were driving towards the airport, when the accident happened.

I had told Veil five years ago, as she whimpered in the waiting room, crying so hard that her shoulders shook. "No, he won't." I raised an eyebrow. "But he is my blood. Of course he'll—" Suddenly, her back was straight. I no longer looked down towards her thighs. "That woman’s child is also yours too, isn’t she?" The implications of her words hit me harder than any slap ever could. My hold on her shoulder went numb. "What do you mean?" I kept pressing until she told me everything. Turns out, Bramwell had been born with a weak life core, too.

Not Marcus. Distant shouts and gunfire echoed. Her captor’s hand squeezed her bare ass under the shirt. “Wake up, virgin. The fun’s just starting.

Sylvara’s voice trembles, “We’ll give what it takes, Aelys.” The oracle-entity’s aura surges at the abyss’s core, its crystalline form radiating black-star voids, its twin-void eyes blazing as it claws at Elara’s essence. “The Veil is mine!” it roars, rifts tearing through the spires, the reborn world quaking beyond the rift. Visions intensify—my village burning, my mother’s voice fading, my humanity slipping. I stagger, blade trembling, but Cassia’s hand grips mine, her fire blazing. “Aelys, you’re more than the Veil—stay with us.” Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.”

“Because the world wasn’t ready for what you are. And neither were you.” He stepped toward me, eyes burning silver. “You are the child of prophecy, Thorold. Born of a Luna healer whose bloodline traces to the Moon Priestesses, and an Alpha whose power is feared by rival packs and covens alike. You were never just a boy. You were born Veilborn—a bridge between realms.” I felt a pull in my chest. Something deep and ancient stirred. “I’ve trained you in secret,” he continued. “Not to hide you from your parents, but to protect you from the world that wanted to use you. Or destroy you.”

he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority. For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.